DEEP LOVE ||✔️

Chapter 1

||Maha POV||

6 years later~

I was standing in front of a mirror. The girl who I was seeing in the mirror was not the same girl as she was before.

She was changed, everything about her was changed but didn't know in a good way or bad way.

Her beautiful chocolate brown eyes were dull. There was no sparking and mischievous in her eyes which her eyes used to have before.

But there was a good thing about her that she was strong now.

My phone started ringing as I fixed my hijab. I picked the phone and answer.

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“Assalam o Alikum!”

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“Walikum Assalam! We found your grandpa he is living in old house but currently he is now in hospital and he is living with the name Faisal Waleed.”

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“Which hospital?”

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After taking the address of the hospital I hang up and made my way out of my flat, downstairs to the parking then to my car.

I needed many answers of my unasked questions.

Why his name was changed?

Why he was in old house?

Where was everyone?

Where was Fahad?

As I reached the hospital I quickly went to the reception.

I asked the receptionist, “Assalam o Alikum! Mr. Faisal Waheed?”

“Walikum Assalam! Ma'am, he is in ICU on second floor.” he said.

Please Allah! Nothing happened to him. Please save him. I don't want to lose him after getting him. I also don't want to lose him after my parents.

I rushed toward second floor and waited out the ICU. I panicked and tensed the whole time.

The door opened and the doctor come outside the room.

“Assalam o Alikum! You are the doctor of Mr. Faisal Waheed?” I asked.

He looked at me for a second with a blank look.

He nodded his head slowly and then asked, “And you?”

“His granddaughter! Maha Ahsan!”

He again nodded his head said me to come with him in his office. I followed him to his office and sat across him. He was reading dadu file.

“Do you have any idea of how much he had gone through in this past 3 years. His family left him in old house,” he informed me closing his file.

It was an understatement. I was beyond shocked. I was also angry on the so called family. They also changed his name.

How could they left his own father in the old house?

Why didn't Fahad object when they left him?

Oh my God! What if they did something to Fahad?

“What do you mean they left him in old age house? And what he had gone through?” I asked, confusingly and scaredly.

“Their children left him one day and didn't come back,” He said.